Insomnia.
I haven’t been able to sleep well these pass few nights. Just laying in bed, tossing and turning. Thinking about the day to come. Times like these…I just wanna take a long drive and never stop. What’s wrong with me?
It took you time to love them so it will take time for you to move on.
It’s time to do what’s best for me.
No need to worry myself with the problems of others.
Laying in the dark, drowning myself in music.
Feeling so serene.
What people find weird, I find interesting.
Summer 2012!
My first year of college is now over. Overall, I was satisfied with this year except for the fact that my grades could’ve been a little better. Gotta actually study next year. But the memories that I’ve created, the people that I’ve met, and the times I’ve experienced will live on forever. I may be away from all of my friends that I’ve made this year, I’ll be ready to pick things right back up with them when I return. What to do this summer though? Most likely, I’ll be working and saving up money to spend next year. Anyways, I’m so ready for this summer! :D
Asked by Anonymous
No, why?
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Honestly, I’m not a fighter.. But for you, I would fight till the ends of the earth.
I feel lost in myself.
Lately, I’ve been feeling like a burden on myself.
You.
I like you very much. I wanna hold you in my arms and never let go. I wish I could kiss you anytime I wanted. I wanna hold your hand in public and tell you how cute you are. I wanna show the world that I’m not afraid to be with you. I wanna go on a date with you. Spoil you forever and ever. I wanna cuddle with you, feel your warm embrace. I will do anything for you. I just wish you knew how I truly felt about you. I like you so much that I can’t run away. I wish I knew what you’re feeling. I wish you would tell me when you’re feeling sad or angry. That way, I could cheer you up. I wanna see your smile. I wanna make you laugh. Most importantly, I want YOU.

